“Hurt me?” Arquis echoed, then, finally catching on, aggressively shook his head. He shook it so hard that it almost made him nauseous. “No! No, no, he has never done anything of the sort.”
“Maybe we should have this talk in private,” she suggested.
“No, truly, Serenity. I promise that they would never lay a hand on me. Not in that way.” He frantically looked over to Rin. Things had taken such an unexpected turn.
“May I see your hand, then? I just want to make sure. We have a very strict policy here about this kind of thing, and I need to ensure that you’re safe.”
There was no good way out. If he kept the glove on and protested, she would assume the worst. If he took it off, she would think she’d been right all along. A muscle worked in his jaw as he looked at her. He could feel every breath he drew in, every pulse of his heart. Slowly, he removed his glove. The scars looked worse in the spa lighting. The old ones seemed fresher, as if they were vying for attention, while the newer ones stood out angrily against his pale skin.
“I see,” was all she said. Her fingers squeezed his knee, and she got ready to stand. He stopped her with a much slower shake of his head.
“Please do not go. I need you to listen.” He looked directly into her eyes and summoned every scrap of courage he could. “He was not the one that wounded me. The person that did is far, far away. We eloped to escape them. If it had not been for my partner, I would have died. I nearly did. They saved me. And that is why it is very important that you do not tell anyone else about this. Because the person that did this to me is still searching for us, and if they find us, they will kill me.”
A long moment of silence crawled by. Serenity finally broke eye contact with Arquis to look at Rin. “I’m sorry. I assumed the worst, and I didn’t give you a chance to defend yourself.”